#shake

Come, come, leave business to idlers, and wisdom to fools: they have need of 'em: wit be my faculty, and pleasure my occupation, and let father Time shake his glass. ↗

— William Congreve

#come #faculty #father #father time #fools

He was digging in his garden--digging, too, in his own mind, laboriously turning up the substance of his thought. Death--and he drove in his spade once, and again, and yet again. And all our yesterdays have lighted fools they way to dusty death. A convincing thunder rumbled through the words. He lifted another spadeful of earth. Why had Linda died? Why had she been allowed to become gradually less than human and at last... He shuddered. A good kissing carrion. He planted his foot on his spade and stamped it fiercely into the tough ground. As flies to wanton boys are we to the gods; they kills us for their sport. Thunder again; words that proclaimed themselves true--truer somehow than truth itself. And yet that same Gloucester had called them ever-gentle gods. Besides, thy best of rest is sleep, and that thou oft provok'st; yet grossly fear'st thy death which is no more. No more than sleep. Sleep. Perchance to dream. His spade struck against a stone; he stooped to pick it up. For in that sleep of death, what dreams...? ↗

— Aldous Huxley

#hamlet #shakespeare #death

Wouldn't you like to have heard the voice of Shakespeare, or Jesus Christ? ↗

— Henry Irving

#heard #jesus #jesus christ #like #shakespeare

I'll bet Shakespeare compromised himself a lot; anybody who's in the entertainment industry does to some extent. ↗

— Christopher Isherwood

#bet #compromised #does #entertainment #entertainment industry

The father of a daughter is nothing but a high-class hostage. A father turns a stony face to his sons, berates them, shakes his antlers, paws the ground, snorts, runs them off into the underbrush, but when his daughter puts her arm over his shoulder and says, 'Daddy, I need to ask you something,' he is a pat of butter in a hot frying pan. ↗

— Garrison Keillor

#ask #butter #daddy #daughter #face

Seven Ages: first puking and mewling Then very pissed-off with your schooling Then fucks, and then fights Next judging chaps' rights Then sitting in slippers: then drooling. ↗

— Robert Conquest

#limerick #middle-age #old-age #seven-ages-of-man #william-shakespeare

Most of my career has been spent with the RSC doing Shakespeare, and the thing you learn from Shakespeare is that his historical plays don't bear anything other than a basic resemblance to history. ↗

— Antony Sher

#basic #bear #been #career #doing

To the end of this age. Oh, a thousand years Will Hardly leach,” he thought, “this dust of that fire. ↗

— Robinson Jeffers

#age

Jaques: All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#shakespeare #age

[Thou] mad mustachio purple-hued maltworms! ↗

— William Shakespeare

#henry-iv #shakespeare #funny